Summer Of Secrets Revealed

Stay With Me

Harry and I sit in silence as we drive back to my house. He keeps glancing my way, but never saying what seems to be on his mind.

"So my birthday's coming up. I was wondering if you wanted to come to this whole family celebration we do every year. You don't have to come, it's not that fun anyways." I laugh at Harry's nervousness, stopping when he glares at me.

"I would love to come, but what am I going to get you? What could Harry Berman possibly want for his birthday?" I sigh over dramatically, watching as Harry roles his eyes.

"Well, there is something that I want. See there's this girl. She has long blonde hair, shorter than me, gorgeous. She's probably the nicest person in the world, great personality, and her taste in music is beyond words." I cover my mouth to hide the laughter.

"Anything else?" I ask.

"There is a catch, unfortunately. Before you wrap her up in pretty wrapping paper and give her to me, you have to make sure she's in love with me. Because I kind of love her and it would be weird if she didn't feel the same."

This time I did laugh. I lean over and kiss him quickly making him turn to me in surprise. He looks between me and the road.

"I'm going to get into an accident if you keep doing that!" He says, reaching out and grabbing my hand.

"I think I might be able to get you that. The girl, I mean. It's going to be hard to find someone that perfect though."

"It's a good thing she's sitting right next to me then." I smile and kiss his hand, wondering how someone like me could have someone like him.

Harry hugs me goodbye as I get out of his car, and I wave to him as he backs out of the drive way. As I walk into the house, I get berated by my parents for not telling them where I had gone. I apologize and tell them about my day, while searching for the mail that I had left on the counter.

"Did you open the mail, mom?"

"Yes. Why the sudden interest in the mail, honey?"

I ask her if she had seen a letter that was addressed to me from an Alex Porter. All she does is give me a blank stare and change the subject, like I never even asked the question in the first place. I ask my dad the same thing, but receive a similar reaction. I go upstairs to change and when I come back down, I ignore them and make myself a sandwich, going out and eating on the front porch.

As I eat I stare up at the sky, observing the stars and the moon. I go and lay down on the grass, trying to guess how many stars actually exist, even though there will always be an infinite number of them. That we only see them when they are burning out and falling from the sky, and new ones are being created as the old ones die and they can never be counted no matter how hard we try. For a star to be born, they have to explode, they must collapse, and this makes me wonder why humans don't take this as inspiration. That we will collapse, we will crumble and we will fall. But it will not be our destruction, but merely our births.

I'm pulled form my thoughts when I hear someone pulling up to our house. I sit up and smile when I see Harry walking towards me. I ask him what he was doing here, and waited for an answer as he sits down beside me.

"I forgot to give you something." Harry says, leaning in and kissing me. I smile as I pull away and sit closer to him, feeling him wrap his arms around me.

"What werer you thinking about before?"

"About the stars, and flaws in humans. Just the usual." I hear him laugh and I sigh, going back to thinking about the letter.

I explain everything to Harry, watching him contemplate what could be happening.

"Why don't you search for it? They probably threw it out." He says, grabbing my hand.